[HP] End of Death

Hermione and Ron stared at him blankly, and neither of them spoke for a while.Ron looked dazed, Hermione frowned, her eyes complicated.

"...you still like him, don't you, Harry? Even if he hurt you like this? Even if - he might have gone to Vol-Voldemort?" she asked sharply.

"Yes, I like him." He replied without hesitation, "It has nothing to do with his position."

Hermione turned to look at Ron, who was watching him in horror, mouthing "he's crazy" silently, and the girl shrugged.

"Well, I know we can't persuade you," she sighed, "then we're going too, Harry. I'd like to call in a few more DA members if I can."

"But we can't explain it to them, Hermione. It's so hard for me to convince you all that if we tell them we're going to save Draco—"

Hermione sighed, and could only nod her head: "Okay, Harry. It would be nice if there were fewer people, so we can get under the Invisibility Cloak."

"So... how do we leave Hogwarts? I don't think Umbridge will let us out, and she will ask us where we are going."

"We could leave with a broom, like Fred and George did—" suggested Ron.

"My broom was confiscated by Umbridge, Ron. There may be a few in the school broom shed, but they're too slow," said Harry.

Hermione thought for a while, and suddenly her eyes lit up: "I think we can ride thestrals...Harry, you can see them, can't you?"

"Well, it should be fine...but it's late now, we'd better take the invisibility cloak and go to the Forbidden Forest."

Harry rushed to the dormitory as quickly as possible and took out the Invisibility Cloak. The three of them put on the Invisibility Cloak and left the castle to the Forbidden Forest.They walked along the memory of the place where Hagrid fed the Thestrals, and Harry was pleasantly surprised to see a few Thestrals that looked like black horses perched beside some tall trees.Hearing the movement, their dragon-like heads lifted up, their white eyes moved around, and their long necks contracted with each breath.

"Come here, here's one..." Harry walked over slowly, gently touched the back of one of the Thestrals, and motioned for Ron to ride up.The latter was obviously apprehensive about riding an invisible animal, he patted its invisible back tremblingly, and stepped up cautiously.

"Wish I could see it," he muttered.

"I guess it's better not to." Harry also mounted a Thestral, and he didn't know how to make it fly, so he clamped down on its belly.The magical animal shook its neck, and slowly flapped its huge bat-like wings into flight.

"We're going to the Ministry of Magic, you know where that is, don't you?" Harry asked uneasily.They rose higher and higher, gradually leaving the tall and deep Forbidden Forest trees, passing through the dense branches, and continuing to fly high.Cold clouds and mist enveloped them, and Harry ventured to look down. The castle, the Black Lake, and the Forbidden Forest had become very small, like a painting with blurred and coherent lines in the dark night.

He heard Hermione's exclamation and Ron's sniffling sound behind him, and subconsciously hugged the Thestral's neck tightly.The creature seemed to feel a little uncomfortable, and shook its head, and Harry quickly released some strength.

The dry and cold air was continuously inhaled in the throat, which was painful and uncomfortable.After an unknown amount of time, Harry felt that they were beginning to descend, and the sudden sense of weightlessness made him turn pale.He looked to the right, and Ron was clutching the Thestral's fur tightly, with his eyes closed, looking like he was waiting to die.

Thestrals fell to the ground, and they tied them to the back of an abandoned mall.The three squeezed into the red telephone booth leading to the Ministry of Magic, and Harry pressed 62442 on the dial, recalling Mr. Weasley's experience of bringing him here for interrogation.After a while, a strange witch's voice descended from the sky. Her voice was flat and straight: "Hello, this is the Ministry of Magic. May I ask your names?"

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger."

"What is your purpose?"

"We're here to save lives!" Harry replied quickly.

There was a buzzing sound in the phone booth, and three pieces of silver cardboard with names and purpose of visit were spat out from the bottom of the phone.Harry handed the paper to the other two, and the phone booth began to shake and fall, and the surroundings fell into clear darkness, except for the static, calm cracking sound and their rapid breathing.

They finally reached the foyer. The Ministry of Magic was in darkness. The magic is power metal sculpture in the center flowed with cold silver light and outlined a soft outline.

"We've got to get to the Department of Mysteries from the elevator, it's down nine floors!" Harry whispered.He unfolded the Invisibility Cloak, covered the two friends, and walked into the cubicle used by Ministry of Magic staff at work together.

Shadows gathered in the suffocating darkness, and they kept falling.Harry heard that static sound again, as he had heard it in countless dreams, like a deranged hallucination.At this time, he was also standing in the dark circular exhibition hall, surrounded by gates one after another, as in those dreams, as quiet as mystery and death.

He walked forward slowly along the road in his dream, he pushed open the door, and inside was a tall church-like empty room.He continued to walk in with his two friends, and pushed open the door at the end, and the room full of dusty shelves appeared in front of him.

Everything is as it appeared in a dream, there are crystal clear glass balls on the shelf, they are all covered by dust, and the gray mist inside slowly undulates and circles.

"This is it?" Ron asked in a low voice, and Hermione and Harry immediately made a silent gesture to him.

"Voldemort might be here!" he reminded.

"But it's so quiet in here, Harry," whispered Hermione. "If Malfoy is being tortured, there must be noise."

Harry didn't answer.His heart was also trembling faintly, something seemed wrong, but he didn't want to admit it.He walked slowly towards No.90's seventh row of shelves, trying not to make a sound.The serial numbers on the shelf glowed with old metallic light, and Harry felt that his nostrils were full of dust, and those faint silver lights were like long-buried legends, waiting to be opened.

They finally came to No. 90 between the seventh row of shelves and the 98th row of shelves.The shelf is very long, and the end is dark.Harry held his breath. He wanted to walk forward quickly to see if there was a weakly breathing boy lying there, but he was afraid of making too much noise, so he had to walk lightly.

He noticed that there was a small metal plate under the glass balls on the shelf, with names and dates written on it... The distance was getting shorter and shorter, and he was getting closer and closer to his destination... The surrounding was so silent , he could hear his heart beating faster and faster...

He finally got there.Darkness covered them like a veil, and there was no one at the end of the shelf.Frowning, Harry gestured to Ron and Hermione, taking off the Invisibility Cloak that was covering them all.He squatted down to find out if there were any traces left behind, his gaze froze for a moment inadvertently.

He saw his name written on a metal plate under a glass ball.harry potter.

He couldn't help reaching out his hand and picked it up.He wiped off the layer of dust on the glass ball, carefully observed the silver mist wrapped inside it, and guessed what it was and why his name was written on it...

"Okay, Potter, the adventure is over here. Give me the prophecy ball in your hand." A drawling voice sounded from behind, and the three of them turned their heads suddenly.

On the other side of the shelf, Lucius was pointing his wand at them, smiling smugly.Behind him stood Dolokhov and Avery, both pointing their wands at them.

The silver plate shines, the illusion flickers, and the blue shadow burns in the dark.Everything sinks and dies, everything rises slowly in the dark night.They stand in the middle of the enigma of fate, prophecies ticking and cogs turning.

Draco was using illusion to stand behind Lucius invisibly, watching the scene in front of him silently.His most respected father pointed his wand at his most beloved boy, the latter's eyes were cold and calm, his lower lip was pursed, and he was holding the glass ball tightly in his hand.

He watched him silently, his brain dazed.He knew Voldemort was planning something when he hurried home from the exam room, and when he overheard his father and Dolohov's conversation, he decided to sneak over with them.

He knows how the Ministry of Magic goes, that's not a problem, but the hard part is how he can help Harry without being discovered by them, especially his own father... He can't use other spells while using Disillusionment - he still Not at that level, so he can't help him while being invisible...so what?However, before Draco could come up with an answer, Lucius and the others had already found the three of Harry and pointed their wands at them.

He stared at those magnificent emerald green eyes through his father's tall back.In the deep darkness, they appear particularly bright and beautiful.

He should have thought of it earlier... He has actually been facing this situation all along.They have always been on sharp opposites, but now they are more distinct.

From the moment he fell in love with him, two distinct roads appeared in front of him.Voldemort, his father, and the Malfoys stood one way, the boy, his companions, and the Order of the Phoenix stood on the other.And he looked at this fork, at a loss.

This is not a road of love, at least not just like this...it is closely related to life, future and destiny, it determines the rise and fall of the Malfoy family, the life and death of countless people...and he has to make a choice.

Before that, he was always easily weak, avoiding the choice to betray him, choosing to serve the Dark Lord... Even though he knew that he didn't want to be there at all, he still forced himself to do the last thing he didn't want to do.

He deceived himself, abused himself, hated himself, committed suicide, and went mad.And at the end of the day, that man was right—he was selfish and ridiculous, and he only thought of himself.

He has the pride and responsibility that he can't let go of, so he hurts him recklessly, and feels compelled to feel sorry for himself, but he doesn't know that there is no last resort in this world, only this way and that way.

"A person's choice is far more important than his aptitude." Draco remembered hearing someone say this, but forgot who it was.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had regained clarity.